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Anachronox

video game

Anachronox is a 2001 Sci-Fi game about a down-on-his-luck private detective who, through a series of events, eventually finds himself on a path to save the universe! It turns out that doing so, however, will prove just as difficult as coming to terms with his past.

Anachronox mixes Sci-Fi and RPG elements in the reign of JRPG's while combining witty dialog and a colorful and humorous cast of characters with an epic science fiction storyline.

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Oh, cry me a river, sister. You blew up the planet with that little experiment of yours!

Gnash them snappers, kid; I got a sock that eats like a meal. This putrid, unwashed, puss-soaked, blood-crusted sock was fermenting around a gangrenous stump of a foot for eight and half months. This is the chewiest, smelliest sock you'll ever have the luck to nosh on. And you're just a short Q&A away from suckin' this baby dry!

Well what the hell are we supposed to do about it? Six losers against an army of chaos...?! Why doesn't Order send some reinforcement, or something?

Stop hitting me with that thing, or I'm gonna belt you back. OW! I mean it!

About time - Been freezing my butt off! (at Stiletto) Now gimme a hug, I need some body heat...

Damnation! I've pored through half these books and I'm no closer to discovering the missing link. It's all superstition with no basis in reality. I came here looking for science and found religion instead... And these infernal bugs are everywhere! One nearly crawled up my goose pipe!

Sly: "Spare me the jokes about my smell; I just want what's coming to me - Access to the library... and a stick of deodorant!"

Monk: "We keep our word here, detective. Baby fresh or musk?"

Grumpos: "Look, you left a sock over there... over there... Is it so hard to pick up after yourself?"

Sly: "What? I was gonna pick it up tomorrow!"

Grumpos: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow?! YOU SON OF A...!" (brawl ensues)

Sly: "Why didn't you ever let me in on this?"

Rowdy: "I did. But you were drunk and threw up before I could finish telling you."

Sly: "Ha! That's twenty questions; you guys lose!"

Dr. Bowman: "So what was it?"

Sly: "Anachronox! Man, you guys are dumb."

Dr. Bowman: "But... You said it started with a 'U'."

Sly: "Yeah I know."

Monk: "Can I help you?"

Sly: "Oh! Hey there. Can my friend use your library for a few hours?"

Monk: "No. You're under arrest for trespassing."

Sly: "You can't detain me, I'm a private investigator on an important case. Can't I wash dishes, or something?"

Monk: "A detective? Really? Then the gods smile on us both today, provided you are willing to cooperate in... an extremely delicate matter for us."

Sly: "Yeah I was kidding about the dishes!"

Council Member 1: "Oh, you're all jumping to conclusions. There is no evidence the missiles are even destructive in nature."

Council Member 2: "Evidence? The Virulent Hive has been doing this for hundreds of years - Bomb plant, wait for dust to settle, then re-colonise to expand hive... What exactly do you think is inside those warheads? Gift baskets?"